When I lived in the land of the giants

I came here today after a very long time.

Your tools all put away, nuts and bolts in their drawers. The smell of oil hanging thick in the air.

I remember the first time I came in here, The workshop seemed so huge.

Everything so high and out of my reach.

I watched you work here with metal and wood. You fixed cars and my bike.

Every tool has a job, every tool has a place. I watched and I learned.But I could never know as much as you.

This place was always magical to me, a place where I got to know the real you.

I heard you use words I didn’t know at the time; Some were technical, others got me in trouble at school.

I felt so small here, but you let me belong.

Coming back here now to say goodbye, I’m who I am today because of you.

I will miss being in a workshop with you. I will miss you.

Now this place seems so much smaller, but I’ll always remember my time when I got to live in the land of the giants.